| 00:00 - 00:03 | Greetings, Paul. We have some news for you. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | The new contract for illy is cancelled. |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | 400m south west of here, |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | is the city of Marseille. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | Some cunt agent has persuaded illy to go there. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Nice lad. Let him go. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | We still have Sander. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Paul... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Sander is on the M1... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Sander is travelling to Burnley. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | He's set to have a medical tonight. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Leave the room, except Jack, Stuart, Betis and Abdullah. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the fuck are you doing! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | illy and Sander, both gone! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | You leave me with Ozzy the headless chicken-- (inaudible) |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | - |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | Kompany is a massive cunt, |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | but he has nothing on you fucking cum wrags. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Except for Stuart and Jack, I'd rather have Phillip Schofield running this club. |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | At least he keeps hold of his young talent! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | I'm sorry Paul, but we have given you multiple signings. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | From the fucking Swedish league, Betis you cunt! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Paul, Traore will win the golden boot. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | He barely won his fucking visa. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | The signing video was abroad! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | You sell illy to the French, |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | then sell Sander to the inbreds. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Is Anel now joining the Sheffield Steelers?! |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | I had to sign Trusty from Arsenal |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | just so there was some kind of fucking trust in this squad. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | It's hard to win the first game |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | when I have nothing but teenagers against that Roy Hodgson cunt! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | I will have to play the number 9. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | There's no other option, I will play myself. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | At least my legs aren't broken. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Where is Sharp? |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | You made me sell him and told me we were signing Kylian Mbappe on a free. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | Oh fuck it, that cunt can't even help us. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | You just wait for the match on Saturday. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | Norwood losing possession to that Eze cunt. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Robbo with a red card in the 12th minute! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | It's OK, we'll post "We did everything to keep them here." |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Get Jebbo on the phone. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | He can start on Saturday. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Call him. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Tell me he's still here? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I'm joking, I know he's off to Everton. Another relegation rival. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Now ring Billy Sharp, immediately. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | There's no one else. |
